Yesterday... I slept in and then met up with Co, one of the "new kids" of the USC Paris program. Together, we stormed Rue St-Honoré with heated window-shopping and general exploring of Les Soldes. I was unprepared for the rumored treasures of Parisian Soldes, but they were pretty eye-popping. They only come twice a year, in January and July, and I've finally caught them!
Justine made some new additions to our apartment, a new table and chair, je pense. She found them on the street during late treks home, just like another chair we already had. The XX - Crystalline is playing in the living room and I just moved all the space heaters to strategically better positions. It's 12:41 pm and it's a Sunday - what to do?
I'm about 2/3 through Hemingway's For Whom the Bell Tolls, so I 'spose I'll find a cozy café or tea room open to get some reading under my belt. Apologies for the static blogging, my brain isn't quite functioning up to it's normal fluid speed. Things are toppling out like a bin of legos right now, and I can't yet find the means to build anything too formidable.
Bien, bien.
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